Some Days are Honey...

Some days are honey and some days are vinegar. Most days are a combination of both. The rest of the day will be honey.

My daughter got a job. It just doesn't seem possible that she is old enough to do this. Wasn't she just a toddler? Didn't I just see her in the back yard on the trampoline jumping away her life in the afternoon sunshine? Then I wondered when my mom's picture showed up in the bathroom where the mirror used to be. It was then I knew she was old enough. She decided to look for a job and got one in a week. Stink, I've been looking for months and she gets one in a week. She will be working for a high end clothing store that smells wonderful. Add to that a discount and she's going to be the best dressed co-ed on campus. I imagine she will have lots of fun spending her new found riches. I know I did. Nothing like making some WAM (walking around money) and not having to ask a parent for some moola. Sure gives a girl some freedom and respect.

Tomorrow is my husband's birthday. He doesn't really want to do anything. He'd just rather forget the whole thing and move on. Not me! I want everyone to wish me a Happy Birthday on my day, eat cake and ice cream and go out for a great meal. I want to be treated like a queen.

The "puppy" now weighs 30 lbs. He had his last set of shots this week, and the next appointment with the vet will be to "fix" him. I really wonder why they call it "fixing" when he's not really broken. He doesn't seem to chew on my legs as much as he did a few weeks ago, but he still won't bring the ball back when you chuck it out into the hinterlands. So we get to go hunt and search for the ball, and chuck it again just in case he learned something since the last chuck. I can tell you the answer...he didn't. Still we are trained, so we chuck and search. Silly dog. Silly people.